A Celebration of Women Writers

"The Phoenix" by Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661 - 1720)
From Winchilsea, Anne (Kingsmill) Finch, Countess of. Miscellany Poems, on Several Occasions, London: printed for J[ohn] B[arber] and sold by Benj. Tooke at the Middle-Temple-Gate, William Taylor in Pater-Noster-Row, and James Round, in Exchange-Alley, Cornhil, 1713. p. 266-267.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

The PHOENIX.

A SONG.

A Female Friend advis'd a Swain
  (Whose Heart she wish'd at ease)
Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain,
  Nor let it deeply seize.

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Beauty, where Vanities abound,
  No serious Passion claims;
Then, 'till a Phoenix can be found,
  Do not admit the Flames.

But griev'd She finds, that his Replies
  (Since prepossess'd when Young)
Take all their Hints from Silvia's Eyes,
  None from ARDELIA's Tongue.

Thus, Cupid, of our Aim we miss,
  Who wou'd unbend thy Bow;
And each slight Nymph a Phoenix is,
  When Love will have it so.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom